Tomorrow Never Knows Best :: o18 :: [Video/Voice]

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[Mamimi is by the treeline, you can see the sparse naked branches above her head. She smiles enthusiastically into the camera, brown eyes unbelievably bright. Most people who know mopey and strange Mamimi haven't seen her look this happy.]

Piccolo-san! Look!

[She kneels in the snow and places the camera on the ground, it's leaning against something so the image projected is not of the sky but of Mamimi and the trees behind her. Her bare legs are bright red from the cold, but she doesn't seem to notice as she jumps to her feet and scampers off towards the trees. She's almost skipping. For a second it's unclear what she's doing. It looks like Mamimi is hugging a huge oak tree for a moment. A strange whining sound fills the air. The creak becomes louder, longer, then an echoing shattering sound. A crack so loud it almost shakes the earth. Mamimi has ripped the tree out of the ground, leaving only a jagged stump behind. Holding the trunk close to her she beams at the camera, neither sweaty nor panting.]

Look how strong I am!

Page 5: Haunted [In Person]

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Light is walking silently through the hallway to return to his room. His steps are quick, as though he does not want to be caught up in idle conversation. As controlled as the pace is, it seems he might break out into running at any moment.

Ever so often, he casts a quick subtle glance around his surroundings, actively seeking out the least densely populated paths. His hair has fallen over his eyes making his facial expressions difficult to read, but it's overwhelmingly obvious that Light is not in the mood for socializing. When he isn't checking for other people, his gaze sinks to the floor, avoiding eye contact with anybody in the vicinity.

He manages to reach the door to his room uneventfully, and yet for all of his apparent urgency, he doesn't seem to want to go inside either. He places his hand on the doorknob, and keeps it there. He stands staring impassively at the door, seemingly staring straight through it...

Diamond 2: Emma Frost [Video]

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[In the feed, Emma's seated in a chair in some large, empty room - the dance studio, it looks like. She's wearing an X-Men uniform, identifiable by its simple elegance and the abundance of X's all over (which, to be fair, could really describe any of her outfits).]

I understand that several of you are having difficulties with your new...gifts. They probably won't last out the week, from what I've heard, but still, if anyone wants help controlling their powers, I may be willing to help. I'm a teacher for gifted youngsters back home, so I'm rather used to instructing others in the use of their powers.

I'll be waiting in the dance studio.

[She terminates the feed.]

Scath 11 § Raven § Hard as stone [In person/Accidental Video]

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[Raven's currently in the kitchen, attempting to make tea; however, she keeps forgetting the stupid talent the Author gave her. Whenever she touches something with both hands, it instantly turns to stone. She learnt this at the start of the week with several books, a door, and much to her disdain, her bed.

Sat next to her on the counter are 2 stone tea cups, and the electric kettle. Leaning against the opposite counter, her arms fold across her chest as she watches the heavy, older kettle boil painfully slowly. It was already thursday, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up]

((Feel free to bother~))

Case 19 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ I'm on fire [In person]

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[If anyone was to wander into the pool area, they'd meet  Holmes, who's happily doing laps. When he stops now and then, it's apparent that he seem's to be steaming. He doesn't seem too bothered; he hadn't actually known there was a pool until now, and he'd never been happier to see a body of water.

For the past few days, he's been randomly bursting into flames, and had already left some rather lovely burned-in footprints in the carpets. It was irritating, if anything; he couldn't fall asleep anywhere 'flammable', he couldn't eat at his own pace for fear of his food becoming charcoal. And, of course, he couldn't read or go over cases or files...

It was safe to say he'd be spending a lot of time in the general pool area.]

[In Person] Not quite the usual reality-warping.

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[In the main hall, there's a seventeen year old Alessa sitting on the carpet, legs folded up under her skirt, looking ... very perturbed.]

[She's also in the middle of a patch of small flowers that are inexplicably growing out of the floor; keen observers might notice that there's small flowers dotting the manor all over the place, wherever she's been the past day, marking where she's appeared or disappeared or really done ANYTHING.]

[Every now and then, a patch of floor in front of her that she's staring at will seem to rot away into rusted metal grating covered in unidentifiable stains, some of which look like blood ...]

[And then it'll return to normal, and be quickly covered in flowers.]

Misa Amane - 006 - [Video]

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[The feed snaps on to reveal Misa Amane- her hair is blond right now]

Ne, ne! Everyone! Look what Misa can do! [And suddenly her her hair is equipped with red-highlights!]

♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 09 [Voice]

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Does anyone have some earplugs I can borrow. The Author gave me senative hearing and well... I'm starting to get a headache from hearing outside all day and night.

[Voice]

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It's very difficult to make your way out to do anything needful when you have two useless limbs and are buried in a pile of what appears to be animal dolls. [Tris sounds disgruntled and annoyed.]

16th Ice [In Person/Text]

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[It was morning and for once in this mor ning Aidou wasn't asleep like normal and instead was sitting in the parlor, curtains closed so that it wasn't bright from the outside as he was busy writting things down as every so often he would wave his hands and try and get rid of some clouds that kept appearing over his head when he was busy thinking and not paying attension to his surroundings as he continued to write down little notes now and again, on occassion he woul take a sip of his drink before turning his head slightly and watching the door, like he was thinking someone would come through at anytime. His eyes soon glazed over the blackberry before going to pick it up and texting.]

I was wondering if anyone would answer a few questions? I'm just curious about certain things and want to get to know people.

They're pretty simple like name, age, likes, dislikes, blood type, nothing too personal.

Cherry Bomb 016 ♦ Nice ♦ Baby you're a firework - Come and let your colours burst [In person]

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 [If anyone was to look out of their windows, they'll soon see colourful streams of light shooting into the night sky. There's a pause, before a loud BANG fills the air, an explosion of green and blue. Seconds later, three more are fired up, all in various colours and sizes.

Their source? Nice - she's quite happily sat in a tree (one of the ones only half scathed by her temper the other day) and is even more happily using her new found power to the best of her ability. She's already damaged most of her room, even though she didn't exactly have anything to damage.

Giggling like a little girl who discovered roofies, she continues shooting fireworks into the air, pretty much enjoying herself far too much. After a particularly large one, she pauses momentarily to enjoy the all too unique feeling of pleasure only she experienced.

If being strange meant she got this horny, she welcomed abnormality]


((Because I'm across the pond and it's alright nighttime for me, but it's not for you guys, I'm gonna forward date it so that this is at nighttime, America-style~

Feel free to interuppt her...firework fapping?))

▓ Martini 9 ▓ // We've all got our own pollution, it's all about the execution // [In Person]

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[Wallace is casually lounging in the games room. Anyone within a 20 meter radius will be able to smell something inexplicably good and that would be him. This week he's giving off pheromones that make men attracted to him and women will just enjoy the aroma. Not much of a point to it, but more or less something that would simply stir up drama or potential amusement. Such was the working of the brain of the Author. But Wallace can't smell it. Why would he? If it's part of his natural smell, he'd be used to it and thus not notice it.]

(Feel free to bother him)